Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eurythmics to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.